The days are growing more tender. There is an optimism brought by the warmer temperatures. Plum blossoms are pushing through on bare branches, and my walls are stripped and speckled with glittering patches of sunlight. The breeze still chills, but the sun warms our bones and promises that spring will come. These first days of spring remind me of the light in the dark. We've come through winter, bundled and buckled under the cold, but now we're standing straighter, lifted of the burden of cold and rain, hopeful for the season to come.
A few weeks ago, on the first really warm day of the year, we all went out to Centruy Park for a picnic and a vitamin D infusion. I took along my hasselblad in hopes of making a few nice portraits.
I'm still trying to make pictures with film. Though it's been a bit of a bumpy ride with my hassie. I hit focus on about three images in 12. But when I get it, I really get it. And that keeps me going. I wanted to post these on my insta, but they don't really vibrate well with the images there. And since it's just practice, I thought they could live here.